A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
A part, immutable, unseen,
Being, before itself had been,
Became. Like dew a triple queen
Shone as the void uncovered:
The silence of deep height was drawn
A veil across the silver dawn
On holy wings that hovered.
The music of three thoughts became
The beauty, that is one white flame,
The justice that surpasses shame,
The victory, the splendour,
The sacred fountain that is whirled
From depths beyond that older world
A new world to engender.
The kingdom is extended. Night
Dwells, and I contemplate the sight
That is not seeing, but the light
That secretly is kindled,
Though oft-time its most holy fire
Lacks oil, whene’er my own Desire
Before desire has dwindled.
I see the thin web binding me
With thirteen cords of unity
Toward the calm centre of the sea.
(O thou supernal mother!)
The triple light my path divides
To twain and fifty sudden sides
Each perfect as each other.
Now backwards, inwards still my mind
Must track the intangible and blind,
And seeking, shall securely find
Hidden in secret places
Fresh feasts for every soul that strives,
New life for many mystic lives,
And strange new forms and faces.
My mind still searches, and attains
By many days and many pains
To That which Is and Was and reigns
Shadowed in four and ten;
And loses self in sacred lands,
And cries and quickens, and understands
Beyond the first Amen.

A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Waking In March by Philip Levine
- The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope
- Вера Полозкова – Это не прихоть, это не блажь
- heal_me_slowly.html
- The Buried Train by Robert Bly
- Николай Рубцов – Хороший улов
- Primacy Of Mind poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Британишский – Огонь
- Olney Hymn 24: Prayer For Children by William Cowper
- Not Intrigued With Evening by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Words Of Advice by Ronald G. Auguste
- Владимир Маяковский – Продналог оставил деревне много лишка… (Главполитпросвет №157)
- Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- The Dark Cavalier by Margaret Widdemer
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- The Milk-Maid O’ The Farm by William Barnes
- The Mead A-Mow’d by William Barnes
- The Meäd In June by William Barnes
- The May-Tree by William Barnes
- The Maid Vor My Bride by William Barnes
- The Maid O’ Newton by William Barnes
- The Lovely Maïd Ov Elwell Meäd by William Barnes
- The Love Child by William Barnes
- The Little Worold by William Barnes
- The Linden On The Lawn by William Barnes
- The Lilac by William Barnes
- The Lew O’ The Rick by William Barnes
- The Leäne by William Barnes
- The Leädy’s Tower by William Barnes
- The Lark by William Barnes
- The Ivy by William Barnes
- The Hwomestead A-Vell Into Hand by William Barnes
- The Humstrum by William Barnes
- The Homestead by William Barnes
- The Hollow Woak by William Barnes
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works